A bunch of fucking limp-dick, sour-note, flatter-than-their-girlfriends, flexible-tempo dipshits

Well, one thing is fucken certain. J.K. Simmon's Fletcher, music conductor/teacher, is the character of the year. Outstandingly well performed and fleshed out role, but otherwise you might think the movie is a tad overhyped. Bits magical, but, in the end, only a music drama.